(ENG) After the meditative time spent in Tuscany, it is time to restart and I m excited.

I find myself at the bus station in Trieste facing the border: the waiting room is small and narrow, gray, dirty. Semi-dark and poorly groomed shops.

A picturesque catwalk with beautiful faces of eastern women occupy the few chairs available for waiting, while a family of Rom eats on the ground, a gentleman buys Kuna (Croatian coin). The language I listen to, a treat becomes incomprehensible, almost preparing for the border crossing to me ignorant.

I have never visited Slovenia but, I do not know how to explain, it’s something I feel at skin right now, maybe because it is autumn and everything is melancholyly sad and yellow / brown, and bare, that people almost smell, vibrate of their sad historical past, it almost seems that with their almost tough, and at the same time anonymity, they want to represent their dignity to belong to such a tormented land.

While I’m writing, I am on a comfy Flixbus that snakes in the karst mountains painted by a marvelous and (again) nostalgic brown / reddish.

My goal, Ljubljana, was elected the Best European Green City in 2016 to find people meet on my last Camino of Santiago.

The sensation of seeing all these signs, along the road, with incomprehensible names is strange, while from the window screen some villages run away, adorned by gentle hill, which do nothing but create memories of various kinds (from adolescence to the recent Galician) to their simple service is to be where they are, in the middle of the green. Arriving late in the afternoon, when it begins dark, take in Zeppelin hostel, very nice and quiet, that reminds the typical Albergues of Camino of Santiago.
Just the time to make a first round of the city. It looks very pretty, quiet, almost a tourist size: not too small or too chaotic. Visit Tromostovje (three strange graceful bridges) that accompany the view of the castle overlooking the city, and vague with no destination, with the classic blond smile printed in the face that amazes for every new new corner that discovers. It is mandatory for a tour for Zmajski more (the famous bridge adorned by 4 important, even by size, dragons), and, they are honest, seen in the evening, do its nice effect.
But as far as the city is concerned, I’m not interested in monuments, churches, palaces. They are all things for which you can find wacky explanations on the internet.

I firmly believe, however, that the places are people, I want to try to talk about them, with stories without plot and without end.